Yang Xiujun bit her lip and whispered, "Daughter understands."
Seeing her daughter taking her words to heart, Yan Siyu showed relief, then solemnly said, "You must never again speak such careless words, especially now that we are in your uncle's house, not our own. Your aunt may be good-natured, but if she were to learn that you are slandering Yiyi's reputation, she wouldn't look on you favorably."
Yang Xiujun quickly admitted her mistake: "Daughter spoke out of turn." As she spoke, she hurriedly changed the subject to the matter of setting off firecrackers earlier that day, "Mother, I've been paying close attention, and every chance he gets, Brother seems to be always around Sister Yiyi. Could it be that Brother is—"
Upon hearing this, Yan Siyu immediately furrowed her brows into a knot, "This child, why don't you understand?"
Seeing her mother's reaction, Yang Xiujun was taken aback, "Mother, do you dislike the idea of Brother and Sister Yiyi becoming close?"
